The late Ming Dynasty in the living room

Chapter 128 Harvesting Grain
Old Man Fan sneered and said, "I asked for this with great difficulty. Do I want to keep it as a family heirloom and sell it to them? Then am I not really a fool?"

Well, because the work in the brick kiln is extremely hard, in addition to the daily wages, there are additional rewards for each kiln of new bricks fired. (Twelve taels for the new kiln, twenty taels for the old kiln)
With these rewards, Old Man Fan has become the richest man in Shiting Village and a well-known high-paid person in the Xincheng camp.

But since Madam Pan rescued him that day, he has been writing letters (written by Yan Xiucai) to Fang Dong’s family, requesting them to waive his kiln-burning reward and even his monthly technical consulting fees. No more.

The price is: ask Fang Dong’s family to issue him a new certificate of merit.

When Fang Yu first heard about it, he thought it was a bit baffling, so he asked Yan Xiucai to write it for him. However, Yan Xiucai was hesitant... Only after asking clearly did he find out that Old Man Fan wanted him to write it himself.

In short, although Fang Yu felt that what he had written was difficult to use, he could not stop Mr. Fan from asking again and again. Finally, he gave him a piece of paper with a brush. The content was basically: Fan XX works hard and hard, and contributes to the brick kiln. He has made an indelible contribution to the construction of the field and is specially awarded this certificate...

The things that Fang Yu was too shy to take out have now become treasures that people in the county are eager to see. There are also big companies who are willing to offer extremely high prices to buy... Oh, if I had known that so many people wanted to see it, I couldn't have said anything. Write to him!

Listening to the conversation between the two people, Hong Qi was shocked to realize that he might be the "fool" the red-faced old man called him.

Originally he thought he had made a good deal today, but now he suddenly felt that the value of the fairy rice given by Fang Dong's family might far exceed thirty-one taels of silver.

The city guard officer then said: "You must keep such valuable things, be careful not to be robbed."

"Haha", Old Man Fan patted his chest and said confidently: "I'll just carry it with me. I won't be afraid of anyone coming to snatch it. This is something written by the boss himself. If I lend them some courage..."

On the way back to Hongjia Village, several villagers talked about what they had seen and heard today, and they all felt that they had opened their eyes.

Sometimes they mentioned that the Zhong family would come to collect grain this evening, and everyone looked sad.

The Zhong family's debt is like a mountain weighing on their heads. Not to mention people like them who are already running out of food. Even if Hong Qi makes such a large sum of money today, wouldn't it still be enough to cover the Zhong family's debt?

By the way, I don’t know if the Zhong family took the wrong mouse poison this time. We can’t let the people in Hongjia Village hang themselves like Hong Yonggui, right?
In desperation, some people thought of going to Xincheng to ask Fang Dong's family for help... They could let Hong Qi go. Didn't those uniformed men accept Hong Qi's loach? This gave them hope.

As for the fact that Fang Dong's family didn't come out to meet Hong Qi, it might be because their request for a meeting was not sincere enough.

If that doesn't work, everyone in Hongjia Village should kneel outside the new city together for three days and three nights...

As they talked, they all looked at Hong Qi, meaning they wanted Hong Qi to take the lead.

However, Hong Qi seemed not to hear it and only urged them to hurry up.

Being asked anxiously, he only responded vaguely: "The Fang Dong family has to worry about all the big things in the world. We farmers are really not easy to worry about... How about we go back and take a look first, maybe Is there any other way? If we are really forced to the point where we can no longer survive, we can then..."

Several villagers looked at each other in shock after hearing this. At this juncture, what else can they do?

The group of people hurried back to Hongjia Village. In fact, at this time, Second Young Master Zhong had already brought people to collect grain.

This time he not only brought a few dog legs with him, but also found a lot of idle men from other villages (including a few with the surname Hong). Some of them held sticks in their hands, and some pushed carts. It totally looked like a big sweep. They had just come out of Widow Wang's house in the east end. There was a small grain bag on the cart. There was also a ragged quilt, but Mr. Zhong threw it into the ditch with a look of disgust.

Widow Wang followed behind, crying and trying to get the small grain bag back.

Those green-skinned ones were smiling, and they deliberately brought her closer again and again, waiting for her to reach out and then hit her with a stick...

Hong Qi heard Widow Wang's cry. When he entered the house, he didn't have time to wipe the sweat from his head or show his "huge wealth" to his mother-in-law, so he asked her hurriedly: "What did you grab this morning?" Where’s Xianmi?”

The mother-in-law pursed her lips towards the stove.

Hong Qi's heart suddenly went cold. He rushed over and opened the lid of the pot, and sure enough he saw some white rice porridge left at the bottom of the pot.

The mother-in-law thought he was hungry, so she took out a bowl and wanted to serve the porridge to him, but she heard Hong Qi still asking: "I mean besides the porridge maker, is there any immortal rice left?"

Of course there is none.

What my mother-in-law grabbed in the morning was just a few bits and pieces, and she could only cook two or three bowls of gruel.

"How good is this..."

When Hong Qi learned that all the fairy rice at home was already in the pot, he couldn't help but feel at a loss.

After a while, Mr. Zhong brought people to the door of Hong Qi's house. He first saw two large grain bags placed on the chicken bus at the door.

There were many villagers behind him, some were crying and some were cursing loudly.

The scolding contained a very high level of ancestral content, but Er Shao Zhong ignored it. With a smile on his face, he said to Hong Qi: "Old Qi is still trustworthy. It's just that we already agreed yesterday that you owe me Zhong Qi." The total we have is nine stones and three buckets, and these two bags of food are obviously not enough to pay back.”

"Is there any other food left at home? How about I ask someone to go in and help you move it?" Er Shao Zhong asked knowingly.

Honest people are very afraid of getting into trouble. Hong Qi knew that he was right, but his heart was still beating wildly. He calmed down and replied: "I know what I know, plus the interest, I only owe I gave you one stone plus seven measures of grains. Today I exchanged two and a half stone from the county, and they are all in this bag.

If Mr. Zhong is willing, I can weigh it from here... I also asked the clerk in the store when I was exchanging food, and he said that the government does not recognize the loan of the King of Hell. "

What the government recognizes and does not recognize is all decided by money, and Second Young Master Zhong knows this very well.

He was not angry or defensive about the "offense" in Hong Qi's words (this is the most insulting thing). He only said slowly: "I heard that the price of fairy rice in the county is very good. Lao Qi should make it today." A good deal, right?
In the end, you only brought back two stones of miscellaneous grains, which means you still have a lot of money hidden at home, which is just right! It is also possible to use money to offset accumulated debts, which will save me from having too much food in my house and getting moldy. "

(End of this chapter)